Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 642 - 642 638 Dance Up

642: Chapter 638 Dance Up 642: Chapter 638 Dance Up “I really can’t participate in ‘China’s Good Voice,'” Ye Fan said rationally, refusing.

Shen Yan laughed, “Let’s talk about it later.

Let’s change the subject for now.”

Ye Fan nodded in agreement.

Then Ye Fan, Shen Yan, and Yan Yusong started chatting casually about music.

Through music, they inadvertently began discussing Ye Fan and Shen Yan’s recent situation.

By chance, as Ye Fan and Shen Yan talked, he revealed that he had become a police officer.

Shen Yan had known about it for some time, and it was no big deal to her, but it was a surprise to Yan Yusong.

“Ye Fan, did you say you’ve become a police officer?” Yan Yusong pressed.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, replying casually, “Yeah, that’s right.

I was assigned to the role a little over two months ago and became a police officer.”

“Hehe, teacher, you might not know, but Ye Fan is now a leader—deputy director of the county police bureau,” Shen Yan said with a smile on her pretty face.

“Deputy director?” Hearing this, Yan Yusong couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, “Ah—”

Although he was a renowned music teacher, he belonged to the older generation and inherently believed that holding an official position was far more promising than pursuing music.

Therefore, upon learning that Ye Fan had not only become a police officer but also a deputy director, and realizing that Ye Fan would unlikely return to a musical path, he felt quite regretful.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Fan asked.

Yan Yusong managed a strained smile, “It’s nothing.

No wonder you were reluctant to pursue a music career.

Your political career is indeed more promising than music.

I won’t persuade you to take up music anymore.

It’s just a pity for your musical talent and flair.”

Ye Fan felt moved but wasn’t sure how to comfort Yan Yusong at the moment.

“Hehe, teacher,” Shen Yan said with a chuckle, “that’s not necessarily true.

Ye Fan’s identity in the music world is ‘Prisoner Two.’ As long as he doesn’t take off his mask, no one but us knows who he is, and it won’t affect his real life or work.

So, he can continue singing.”

Yan Yusong smiled, but inwardly he remained skeptical.

Even though he cherished music as life itself, deep-rooted in his values was the notion that bureaucrats were above so-called music and movie stars, who were merely entertainers in his eyes.

Fortunately, at that moment, Yan Yusong’s wife had finished preparing a late-night snack and came to invite Ye Fan and others to eat, lightening the previously somber atmosphere.

After the late-night snack, Yan Yusong was not in high spirits, and due to his age, his energy wasn’t what it used to be; so after sitting in the living room for a while, he went to his room to rest.

Shen Yan, wanting to hear two of Ye Fan’s new songs, pulled him to the third-floor music room.

The music room on the third floor had excellent sound insulation.

Yan Yusong had insisted on doing a thorough job when renovating, concerned that sudden bursts of inspiration during the night might disturb his family with his music.

Although Ye Fan didn’t bring the sheet music for the two new songs, Yan Yusong kept photocopies, and recently he had even arranged for someone to do the arrangements and had a professional band record them.

Shen Yan was very familiar with Yan Yusong’s music room and easily found the recorded arrangements he had told her about.

Holding the sheet music for the songs “Heartless Fish” and “Illusion City,” Ye Fan said with a bit of pressure, “I’ve had these two songs for over a month but haven’t practiced singing much.

Don’t laugh if I don’t sing well.”

“Hehe, if you don’t sing well, of course I’ll laugh,” Shen Yan teased, “So you better sing seriously, don’t skimp on me.”

After saying this, she turned and played the music.

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then listened attentively to the prelude of the song, immersing himself in the mood of the music, cultivating his emotions.

A few minutes later, after “Heartless Fish” had finished, Ye Fan himself wasn’t quite satisfied.

Clapping her hands, Shen Yan laughed, “That’s pleasant to listen to.

With a little more emotion, you could definitely move a young girl to tears.”

“Heh,” Ye Fan smiled, now getting a bit more into the groove, “Let’s continue with the second song, ‘Illusion City’.”

“Alright!” Shen Yan exclaimed happily as she turned to play the arrangement of “Illusion City.”

Clasping a cigarette in his mouth,

Wisps of blue smoke turned into a city.

I saw enchanting pavilions, with jade carved railings,

And saw your face,

Under the cold moon,

Your dancing figure, graceful…

As Ye Fan began to sing passionately, Shen Yan was instantly pulled into the realm of the song, unable to extricate herself.

…I turn into a wisp of blue smoke,

Forever guarding by your side.

Ye Fan finished singing “Illusion City” and his gaze fell upon Shen Yan, only to find that her stunningly beautiful face was bedewed with tears, still immersed in the world of “Illusion City.”

After a while, Shen Yan finally snapped out of it and sighed softly, “Ye Fan, your singing is too enchanting, irresistibly moving, even better than ‘Only Love.'”

“Heh, it’s mainly because the song is well-written,” Ye Fan responded modestly.

Shen Yan chuckled, suddenly realizing the tears on her cheeks, her pretty face blushing, she turned away quickly, took out a handkerchief, lightly wiped away the tears, then turned back to face Ye Fan.

“Ye Fan, I’ll dance for you, is that alright?” she asked, her gaze fixed on Ye Fan’s eyes, lucent and deep like the ocean.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but smile, “Of course, I’m honored!”

Shen Yan smiled sweetly, turned and walked to a chair against the wall, and took off her jacket, revealing a curve-hugging, white long-sleeved T-shirt underneath.

That white long-sleeved T-shirt was rather thin, almost see-through, but with the warm air conditioning indoors, she wouldn’t feel cold.

She took off her jacket and selected a song on the music player to play, then turned and walked back to the middle of the room.

Ye Fan’s gaze became scorching hot.

Shen Yan had an exceptional figure, full of grace, proportion, and harmony.

As a music superstar who was at the peak of popularity, her dance foundation was impeccable.

Shen Yan noticed the intensity in Ye Fan’s gaze, her face blushing, but her heart was not displeased, rather, it was slightly delighted.

As the music started, she began to dance gracefully, enchanting Ye Fan completely.

Minutes later, as the music stopped, Shen Yan did too, turning to Ye Fan with a beaming smile, “Did you like it?”

“It was very beautiful,” Ye Fan applauded with a laugh.

Shen Yan giggled happily, getting into the mood, “Ye Fan, let’s dance a waltz together.”

“Sure,” Ye Fan immediately responded with a laugh, his heart pounding.

Shen Yan chuckled and went over to the cabinet where the CDs were stored, selected a waltz CD, and played it on the music player.

Ye Fan took off his jacket, too, and moved to the center of the space.

Shen Yan approached, her radiant face slightly lifted, and looked at Ye Fan with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

Then she raised her delicate white hand, lightly resting her left hand on Ye Fan’s shoulder and raising her right into the air, waiting for Ye Fan to hold it.

Ye Fan’s heartbeat quickened as he gently grasped her right hand.

The silky smoothness and almost boneless softness made him tighten his grip slightly, while his left hand gently supported her on her lower back.

Shen Yan was wearing only a thin, tight T-shirt, and when Ye Fan’s left hand gently touched her lower back, it was almost indistinguishable from the direct touch of her delicate skin—the soft texture and warmth were all vividly felt.